It's rant time! Again!

I'm going to line up all the people in the world who listen to and support the band Say Anything and shoot them all in their fucking heads. Execution style. People who listen to pseudo-intellectual bullshit like this are the reason pop music is so deep in the shitter. And why MTV still exists. And why people like my boyfriend and good friend John (who are musical GENIUSES) put their all into making exceptional music and get almost nothing in return. Thanks, you talentless pieces of shit, for taking fame and fortune away from the people who actually deserve it.

I've never wished a band would die in an airplane accident more. Except, ya know, Avril Lavigne.

Take this one song (and I have to hear it almost every day, thanks to a very special co-worker). Dude is bitching about social politics and ragging on people sitting around "pon-TIF-icating" (QUICK! EXAGGERATE YOUR ENUNCIATION IN A CONDESCENDING MANNER!!!) on things they've read about in trendy books and magazines and not being able to further elaborate on them because they know only the original author's views on the matter. And they scoff when they see "squares", so dude tells them how they're the same as all the people who used to give them shit in high school. Well, if you hadn't noticed, most of the ANGSTY TEENAGERS who listen to your music don't fucking understand the unconventional terms you use (BUT PRETEND THEY DO!) and scoff at everyone, asshole. And it's apparent that you've stuffed these terms into your idiotic lyrics in an extremely desperate manner. Your "neener-neener" approach is annoying and your 'brilliant' song is an excerise in futility.

OOOO! Then! Go on to a completely different 'heartfelt' bullshit tangent about your car and your guitar and how you'll rest when you're dead (where the fuck did that come from?!?!)! OMG! GENIUS! I are teh smrt 'cause I listen to Say Anything!

Formula for a hit rock band: Make damn sure you can't sing to save your life and have no rhythm and can effectively play like three chords on your guitar. Write a shit song. Throw in some big words that none of your fanbase will understand, but will quote regularly to look smart and 'edgy'. Good job. Here's a record deal.

Badassness. And driving.

Home to North Everett. Dropped Doom off with Karina. Thought about attempting vechicular homicide several times going south on Broadway. Gassed up. Drove to South Everett, bugged Trevor at work to get him to call Mike up and wake his ass up 'cause I didn't have his number, nor did I really remember where their apartment was. Got Trevor's keys just in case, headed over there and found a surprisingly awake Mike playing Halo or something. Poked a hole in his ear. The set-up and everything went unexpectedly fast, and I didn't take into consideration that I had a hole of like 2 1/2 hours of doing absolutely nothing before I had to head up to the island. Heh. So I took off, returned Trevor's keys, drove to Marysville to go to Safeway and use their Coin Master thing, then to Sally's to buy some cheap-ass shears and clips. 'Cause Terry COULDN'T WAIT to have me even out his hair, he had to do it himself. With poultry shears. Without looking. HEH. So now I'm gonna have to perform some serious damage-control on his head.

Anyhow. Tried to get a hold of Kyle to see what he was up to 'cause I didn't really want to waste gas going all the way back home. He didn't answer. Headed home. Realized halfway there that I might not have my keys. Fun. Got home, found keys, here I am. And I'll be sitting here like this until around 4:30 or whenever Terry calls me. Yay.

I have to windex my goddamn windows. They're so gross and nicotine-y and spilled-Monster-y.

In other news. The new QOTSA is the best goddamn album ever. Best fucking album of the year, I'm telling you. I've been listening to it practically non-stop for the last two weeks and I'm still not sick of it. Full of awesomeness and badassness and glory.

It's windex time. Yep.

FUCKING DO SOMETHING!

I also really think I need to go to school for something. Anything. And soon.

I think I've finally hit that elusive 'idealistic' phase of my life. Fuck, where have you been?!?!

Maybe it has to do with the inclusion and exclusion of certain people in my life. I've accomplished a lot (for me, at least) since Terry came back into the picture. I've finally found my fucking muse, I swear to christ. Now I can't stop thinking about the future and how I'm gonna be broke as fuck for the rest of my life if I just sit still from here. I want to live comfortably. With him. I want to fix my teeth. I want a gorgeous house with a studio in it so I can listen to his genius all day. And I want it all NOW.

Yep. I need to go to school, guys. But what the fuck for? I want to do everything. I just need to start getting ambitious about it and figure out what to jump into first. I want to do makeup. I want to be a cosmetologist. I want to be an esthetician. I want to be an IT technician. I want to build websites. I want my own store (but for what?). I want to design and make lingerie and shoes. I want to be an internet entrepreneur.

I FUCKING WANT IT ALL.

Now I'm not gonna be able to stop thinking about all this. I'm not gonna be able to sit still. I need to do SOMETHING other than make (practically) minimum wage in a stockroom with no room for the kind of growth I'M looking for.

I have to do something.

EPIPHANY!!!!!!!1one

I've just decided out of NOWHERE that I want a house with ridiculously huge windows on Camano. Eff Lost Lake. I want something right on the water on the east or west side. Don't care which, so long as it's waterfront property.

I WANT IT NOOOOWWWWW. I was thinking we could just find a house to rent instead of an apartment so we could build Napoleon a kennel and he could run free and no one would be threatened by him and try to put him down. Effing pitbull haters. I dunno. It might work. I'ma have to run it by the lovely. 'Cause goddamn, apartments suck. And I really don't think any apartment complex is gonna allow us to have a pitbull.

Napoleon wub. Is wub.

Yeeeeeup.

Bluh.

Today sucked. Thought I was gonna get a full shift. NOPE! Another three hours! FUCKIN' YAY.

And before work I stopped at Walmart to grab some Monsters. Got all the way back to work, clocked on, worked for 30 minutes, finally finished the one I was already drinking and grabbed a new one. Two of the cans in the box had exploded and somehow I didn't notice. They didn't explode on the way to work, mind you. I could tell by the smell that they had been open and leaking for quite some time. So there went one down the drain, and I left the first one I had been drinking in the fridge at work 'cause it tasted like shit and I was hoping maybe the fridge possessed magical powers and would restore it to its normal flavor. HEH. So I was left with two Monsters for the price of four. Well, really it would have been two for the price of two if I had bought them individually, but meh.

So tomorrow I'm supposed to drop Doom at Karina's work in North Everett, then head to South Everett to pierce Mike's ear. Yaymoney. Then I can put some gas in my tank and go see my lovely. Yaylovely.

Yetiinmylap. Yetiinmylap.

Ugh. I don't feel good.

NO HOLDS BARRED, BITCH!

Got a full shift at work today. And it looks like I'll continue to get them throughout the week. And the next week. YAY. Actually got through like 30 boxes on my own today. It was nuts. AND had time to clean the goddamn bathroom. It was SICKENING.

...proud.

Then after work I tried to take care of the lease business. Without drama. It only turned into drama because I sent Sarah a text message and didn't 'talk to her in person'. KNOW WHY?!?! If I had tried to call you, you wouldn't have answered. I KNOW THIS. YOU KNOW THIS. I message you on Myspace and you don't fucking respond. AND! I don't talk to you at work for good reason. You'll say something fucking snide and I'll go ballistic. I'm trying to save my job, okay? I'm not trying to be passive-agressive. I'm USING MY BRAIN. "When you learn to use your mouth and your manners." FUCK. YOU. Know what I sent HER to make her respond in such a way?

"So when are we supposed to take care of the lease shit?"

Yep. Real classy, woman. I paid half of your fucking rent for a whole month I'M NOT EVEN LIVING THERE, and you said that would be sufficient to get me off the lease. Now it's "I'm not doing this today." "We're not home." "Use your manners." "We can't afford it." PICK. A. STORY. AND. STICK. TO. IT. I held up my end of the bargain. MANNERS HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS, and YOU'RE the one being such an asshole about the whole thing! I'm just trying to get this over with! Quit FUCKING trying to manipulate me with your bullshit 'reveal the "moral" later on' schtick. That's DONE. That's why I fucking LEFT.

"WHAT IS SO WRONG?!?!"

Was it the constant state of disarray (and that's putting it LIGHTLY) in the house? A lot of it, yeah. Your blatant hypocrisy in the Kyle situation? A huge chunk. BUT. Your psychopathic fucking urges to control my life and act as my mother? 100%. I always bitched about how you "care too much". I realize now that it wasn't that at all. You CRAVE a fucking Barbie doll in your life to contort to your whims because you can't fucking control your own life. And I'm really fucking sad that Blue has to be your next victim and she has no fucking clue what's coming.

Moving on. Don't forget that I'm still on the lease and Donna legally has to let me in. I still have shit in there anyway and you have like five of my goddamn makeup brushes. You think I won't take this up a notch? Want me in your house? I didn't think so. Take me off the fucking lease. $35 fucking dollars for an application fee or Bre in your (AND MY!) house. Hmmmm...

Oh. And go ahead and come back with how I'm such a spoiled brat and how I'm such a 'slut' and I cheated on Randy and drove without a license and experimented with drugs for a weekend and 'live for chaos' and all this, even though I never brought up any of the fucked-up shit you did before now, except for a vague snippet of the Kyle thing. If all this shit makes me a horrible person (and consider the fact that I've slept with eight people in my whole life. I'm four years older than you. How many have you had, dear?), so be it. I take full responsibility for all of it and have in the past. When it comes to debauchery, everyone else you know is a whole hell of a lot worse, sir. And you know it.

And accusing Kyle of stealing your makeup? Real intelligent of you. Goddamn, you're insane.

I'm going to bed.

Gnarrrr.

Yeah. I put that star post in my face. Had it in for a few before I decided to wash my face. Lost the fucking star down the drain. Doom even tore it apart to check if it was stuck in the P-trap. Nope. $8 down the drain. AND it was internally threaded, so I REALLY don't get how it came off so easily. I've never lost a ball off my monroe. EVER. ANGER. It was so cute, too. GUH.

Anyhow. Went over to Terry's Saturday afternoon. Lazed about forever, went to IGA, drove all the way here to grab his new jewelry 'cause I forgot it. Ended up staying like 2 1/2 hours 'cause he got stuck in Guitar Hurrah land. Heh. Drove back to the island and Terry insisted that I cut his hair with an old-ass pair of poultry shears. Didn't work, heh. I TOLD HIM. But noooo. I should really invest in a nice pair of shears. 'Cause they would just be nice to have handy. Watched 'Rock of Love' and was filled with glee when that stupid Lacey bitch finally got kicked off. Heh. Started to watch School of Rock and passed out. And this morning and afternoon was just filled with laying around in the most comfortable bed ever and watching tv. Except when Terry found another pair of shit scissors and tried to get me to cut his hair with THOSE. And that was even worse than the poultry shears. Seriously, they both were so damn dull that the blades just kept pushing the hair out of the way. No slicing action. Heh.

Terry got sucked into football a couple hours ago, so I got bored and decided to leave. Yep. Plus I HAVE to get to bed early tonight 'cause I'm fucking sick and tired of being late to work. It's become a serious problem and it's ridiculous.

I wish I hadn't blown all my money. Jesus.

I must go do laundry or something.

Narf.

Two hours today. Good ol' waking up to work calling. And I was at Terry's. YAY. So yeah. Worked 9-11 'cause we're down on stupid payroll. YAY. Sooo... today I earned one tank of gas. Glory. It almost wasn't even worth it.

I'm gonna be so fucked. Jesus christ.

BUT! I came home right after the mail came and my jewelriiiesss arrived. Now I have a tiny little silver star in my monroe. Yays. Got Terry a new post with a little diamond in it 'cause he loves his bling and the one he has in now is WAAAYYY too long. Gleeface. Pants.

Anyhow. No work tomorrow. Then 8-11 on Saturday. I think Terry and I are gonna have to go to Phinickey's Saturday night, 'cause his buddy's band is playing. Then no work on Sunday. Yay.

I'ma go shove food in my face.

Farf.

No worky today. I was so effing bored that I got cracked out on Losts and decided to clean mom's bathroom. Well, most of it. I realized I didn't have any magic erasers, so I couldn't clean the bathtub. Sadpants. That's my favorite part.

But yeah. She's gonna be pissed. It's hilarious.

I thiiiiink... after mom gets back from her interview I might head to the island. Yep.

Oh dear. Terry's calling now. Must gooo.

Ya FACE.

FULL. WEEKEND.

Terry and Toby ended up finishing the moving shit really early, so I caught up with them in Lynnwood at Guitar Center. The plan was that we were gonna go see the Chev, but she ended up having to work until 9 instead of 7, so we sat in the Guitar Center parking lot for what seemed like forever trying to figure out what to do. Ended up going to Northgate anyway and I shopped for a few while the guys got drunk in Toby's car. HEH. Got a few PS2 games at Gamestop, ran into one of Rachell's old friends from Everett who I hadn't seen since I was 15 years old, overpaid for a black tubetop at Rave (it was on a 75% off rack, but the chick rang it up full price. I have no idea why I never say anything when shit like this happens.), bought Terry a glorious Famous hat at Zumiez, then went back to Toby's car to get drunk until Chev got home. The rest of the night was kinda irritating and involved a ride all the way into Everett to be stood up by Big Toby, then all the way back to Northgate. Watched some interbutt virals with the Chev, then passed out on her living room floor. Woke up at 8:30, Terry and Toby took off, and I gave Chev a ride to worky. I can't believe I actually made it out of the U-District alive. Heh. Seattle driving seriously fucking scares me. Went home for about an hour and played some game-age, then left for work. Worked three fucking hours. THREE. Got off at 3, went to Walmart for Monstewwws and the new QOTSA, headed to Camano, sat in Chino's driveway for an hour and a half 'cause Terry and Toby were passed out inside and didn't hear me pounding on the door or hear any of their phones ringing 'cause the damn door was locked (insert best run-on sentence award here). Jesus. Started to fall asleep in my car and finally Terry woke up and called me and asked why I was sitting in the driveway. Weeee.

Anyhow. Toby was passed out forever, so Terry and I sat and watched tv, cleaned his room, made his new bed (SO COMFY!!!!) all pretty and then went into Stanwood for some foodz and dvds. Hollywood video was havng this badass buy two get two free thing, so we took advantage of that. Got The Pick of Destiny (finally), Idiocracy, Black Snake Moan and Rent. Which I didn't want to get, but Terry practically forced me to. Yeah. Went back to the house, drank some Jager and watched The POD. Passed out, woke up at 6:45-ish to take off for work. Another three hour shift. Great. That's totally all I have this week, too. Five. Three. Hour. Shifts. Next paycheck is gonna be so goddamn sad. It sure as hell won't break $300.

Mehhhhh. Terry and I need to seriously start looking for a place. He has a complex in Stanwood in mind, but it doesn't sound so great and is rife with drug dealers or some shit. But it's only $500-something for two bedrooms. Insane. And it's right in town, so at least my drive to work won't be so bad. Hell, I drive to work from EAST CAMANO like 3 times a week anyway, and it's not too bad.

Yep. Gonna go look at thiiiings.

Mehhhh.

Last night was... interesting. I'll leave it at that.

Got off work earlier than I predicted. Cashed my (NORMAL!) paycheck, got gas 'cause I was almost running on empty, then went to Fred Meyer to see if they carried the first Muse album. They do, but they were out, although they DID have their second album, which I snatched up like a crackfiend. Also finally picked up a visor cd case thing. Headed out to Stanwood early and sat in the Haggen parking lot to wait for Terry to call me and let me know where to pick him up. Headed to the shop at 3:30, picked up muh baybeh, cashed his paycheck, then went and had mexican at this little place in Stanwood. I forget the name. Went across the street to a bar that I also forget the name of and had a few drinks while waiting around for Toby. He never showed. Waited until I was okay to drive, then went back to the house and watched some tv.

This morning Terry and Toby had to go to this job thing, so they left around 9. I lazed in bed for a while watching cartoons and finally made myself get up at like 9:30. Left the island, went to Target for shits and giggles. Picked up a pretty bra that actually fits (I'm officially a 32B now. Great. Now all that money I spent on $20 34B Wonderbras has gone in the shitter.), a new pair of those leopard print flats I had that were destroyed forever ago ON CLEARANCE, the new Smashing Pumpkins and some other random shit. Went home. Yay.

And for the seriousness. There's some shit that has been REALLY bugging me lately. You people need to lay off about my weight loss. Seriously. I'm not fucking unhealthy. I DO still eat. I've been completely steady at the same weight for like two months, and yet everyone keeps giving me shit about it. Sorry you're all so used to me being 140 pounds. Ya know what? THAT was back when I was unemployed and eating all fucking day long and sitting on my ass and not doing much else. Now I'm working full-time at a semi physically demanding job and practically running on stress. When I hit like 100 pounds, THEN you guys can start getting on my ass, okay? I think I fucking look good, and I feel a million times better than I did when I was overweight. I'm not gonna let you people make me feel like shit about this anymore. There's no need for concern. I'm not fucking anorexic. This is just what I look like when I get off my ass and do something.

/end PSA

Other than all that. I'm hoping that Terry and Toby get back home at a decent hour, 'cause I miss him already and I don't wanna sit at home tonight. And I don't work until noon tomorrow. So yay.

"What do I look like, Edward Hammerhands?!?!"

Dr. Tran keeps acting up. I'm not happy.

Terry put oil in it on Sunday before the show 'cause it was pretty low. It was acting up prior to that, but after the oil it went back to normal. Now it's starting to handle weird and just generally feel funny again. Grrrr. Mom and I checked the oil again to see if maybe it had developed a leak, but it was fine. Weird.

But... ugh. One of these days (and I know I'm probably just paranoid...) I'm afraid I'm gonna get off work and not be able to start my car. Or break down on the freeway. OR break down on Camano. UGH. Scary.

Anyhow. Work was good today. Matt and I were pretty productive, even though shipment came TWICE today. Ummm... Guess corporate? Last time I checked, we were done with back-to-school promos. Thanks. Stop with the insane shipment already. We have an assortment of like 300 huge, fluffy winter coats in the back and nowhere to put them 'cause we can only fit 4-5 out of each color on the floor at a time. So stop. Or you people should come in and just buy coats. In abundance.

Things may be changing, though. I'll find out more tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow. I work 5-9. AT NIGHT. What the shit kind of fucked up shift is that? Four fucking hours? Whatever. After work I'm heading straight to the Variety Hoose to... I dunno. Go insane? Then I work 8-5 on Friderday, which is also PAYDERDAY (WITH NO "GARNISHMENTS"!!!!), then afterward I'm heading out to the island to pick up Terry and 'do normal-people stuff'. Heh. Which involves like, dinner and a movie or something. Shit normal people do, I guess. I'm excited. I miss my baby. I miss his FACE.

We had a head-bleaching party tonight. Karina fried the living fuck out of her hair and I did Doom's all spiffy. Heh. His definitely needs another process, though. It's kinda orange-y. I have to do mine this weekend. My roots are looking pretty haggard.

I'ma go paint my nails or groom myself or something.

Muse, etc.

JESUS EFFING CHRIST.

Best show ever. Seriously. The best effing show I've seen so far. There was no goddamn difference between his voice live and in recording. INCREDIBLE. I pretty much just stood there in amazement for like 2 1/2 hours. They played every goddamn song I wanted to hear, except "Falling Away With You". That would have just made me fucking faint, I think.

UNNNGHHH!! SO GOOD!

The drive there sucked, however. The furthest south I've ever driven was Northgate. Never ever driven in Seattle. I was terrified. And I think Terry was pretty effing scared, too. Heh. I almost killed us like three times. Getting OUT was even worse. I remembered the general area of the onramp I wanted, but I didn't get in the right fucking lane, so I just kept on driving up Denny and took a left on 13th, which led us to this weird greenhouse place or something. Got the hell out of there, got on 10th and followed until I remembered another onramp from when Mike, Sarah, Richard and I got lost after theSTART last April. It sounds simple and all, but I was beyond terrified 'cause it was my first time ever having to deal with Seattle driving.

But yeah. Got there pretty early, so we walked down the street to The Funhouse and got shitfaced. Their shots of Jager are insane. If those were trick glasses, I'm fucking impressed, but it sure as hell didn't seem like it, 'cause Terry and I were able to share two of them. Went and sat in their little outdoor/basketball court area and had some interesting conversation for about an hour. Good ol' drunkeness.

The night before... heh. Got off work at 5? I think? Headed out to Camano to meet up with Terry and Little Toby at Dave and Erin's housewarming party. Good times. Much debauchery and exposure of Toby's testicles. Heh!

Bleh. This has been the most scattered fucking blog I've ever written. Ever.

"...spike?"

I think I've found something new to do with my Thursday nights. Yep. Addicted to Sir Variety House (new official name). Got a million videos of everyone doing karaoke and about two million action stills of all the guys playing hacky sack. They're hilarious.

And I so think I'ma get up there and do a song or two next week. Seriously. No one cares if anyone sucks. Plus BRANDON got up and did a song with Joo-staaa. And I was riveted. Heh. They've got a pretty badass selection of songs. I mean... MUSE?!?! ORGY?!?! YAY!

Which reminds me. Muse is on Sunday and I'm so goddamn excited. YESSSS.

Anyhow. Yeah. Before that, Doom came along with me to worky so I could spend my giftcard. And it was glorious. Got some teeny shorty-shorts that actually fit. Proud.

Gotta get to bed. It's late as hell and I have to be up at 6am so I can get to worky by 8. Fwee.

Yeaaahhh.

Monday night- got off work at 9, drove to Terry's and stayed the night. The drive was horrifying though, 'cause I was so goddamn exhausted. Driving 532 whilst attempting to pass out at the wheel? Not a good idea. Woke up at 6:30, drove Terry to worky, came home, passed out for an hour. Lazed about for my birthday. Heh. Mom, Doom and I left to go shopping at like 3-4. Found almost nothing anywhere. Went to Ross and they were cleaned out. As always. Quite literally, racks and racks in the girlie section were empty, with like 2-3 things dangling. That's it. The damn store JUST fucking opened. Went to Kohl's, got a bra that I might have to return ('cause I found a better one yesterday), some badass hurkin' sunglasses with zebra printy... uhh... ear things... and a pretty purple top. Went to Gramma and Grampa's and ate food.

Yesterday I had to be at work at 6am. Glory. It wasn't bad though. Got off at 3, shopped around the outlet mall o' doom. Got a new MAC eyeshadow and a bra. Went to Fred Meyer to pick up me and Terry's Muse tickets (which cost fucking $93 for TWO) and ended up getting the first season of Aqua Teen and Pulp Fiction. Yay. Got stuck at the light on State and 116th on the way to I-5 for like 10 minutes. I dunno what the shit was going on there. Went to Haggen in Stanwood to pick up some BBQ pork for muh baybeh, then finally went to Terry's. Heh. Watched much Aqua Teen and discussed the glory of 'Dumpicorns'. If I could just live inside his brain for one fucking day, I swear to god...

Anyhow. Woke up at 6, took Terry to work, got gas in Arlington, and now here I am. Yay. Might have to stop by work in a few hours to see if our giftcerts came yet. Must. Buy. Clothes. And then later on tonight it looks like I'm going to the Variety House with Doom and all them to laugh at teenagers singing karaoke. And observe hacky sack-ness. Heh.

DRUNKEN VIDEOS!!!

Videos. They have been posted on Youtube for the world to point and laugh at. Yay drunk people.
http://youtube.com/profile?user=xbythethroat
GOOOOO.

Vagfactory.

Full weekend. Special. Good times. Stressful times.

Went over to Terry's on Thursday night, stayed over, woke up and went to work the next morning. Worked 8-5, stopped by the apartment to drop off my last rent money order. For the next month that I'm not even fucking living there. Parked on the street, and on the way to the office, I looked in the carport and saw EVERYTHING I FUCKING OWN IN THERE. I'm talking EV. REE. THING. All my clothes, my dvds, my furniture, entire cd collection, and a bunch of other priceless shit. All outside for anyone to help themselves to. So I dropped the money order off, walked back to my car and brought it around back to grab anything that might be worth stealing. Left Sarah a nice little note. Drove home about 15 mph over the speed limit, death-grip on the steering wheel, teeth clenched with Chimaira blasting. Heh. It's a wonder that I didn't get pulled over. Got home, took a shower, ate some food. Tried my damndest to chill the fuck out. Left eventually to go back to the island. Lots of money blown on gas this weekend. Heh.

Saturday. Woke up at like 9, lazed about a bit, then packed up Napoleon (who left nice drool smears all over my windows, heh) and left to go get smokes in Arlington and then went and did random shit in Marysville until I had to meet with mom and Terry at the apartment to get all my shit. That was fun. Turns out Blue moved in with Sarah. Which is weird, but at least I can get off the lease a whole hell of a lot quicker.

Anyhow. Yeah. Got all my shit, went to this storage place in Smokey Point to rent a unit and move all my shit in. Uneventful. Terry just poked my kidneys a whole lot. For no apparent reason. Heh! After that we decided to make an appearance at John and Jimmy's party. And that... I can't even get into. It was beyond words. There are pictures. AND VIDEOS. They'll be up someday when I can actually afford to get cable set up here. Yep. Started drinking early so I could be sober by the time we had to go. Left around 10-ish, went back to the island, passed the hell out.

This morning. Woke up at 6:54. I was supposed to be at work at 7. HEH! I couldn't even eat an ENGLISH. MUFFIN. So I hauled ass off the island and made it into work at like 7:44. Wewt.

Aaaaand work sucked. I was out on the floor all day long. People were fucking nuts, dropping ice cream cones everywhere. And guess who got to clean it all up? Oh yes. Me. And of course, people don't give a shit that they're not only walking through gooey mess, but they're about to trample the hell out of little old me on my hands and knees cleaning this shit up with paper towels. YAY! Good ol' Canasians on Labor Day weekend.

HEY! MY BIRTHDAY IS ON TUESDAY! I STILL DUNNO WHAT I'M GONNA GO DO!!!!

Okay. I'm getting tired. End.